so kind to me since I got here, Pro…Theo.” She blushed. “The least I can do is return the favor.”
Theo swirled the Petrus around in his glass, gazing into the deep-purple liquid as if the secret to his life’s problems might lie hidden in its depths. Then he took a slow sip and said quietly, “You’re not attracted to me. Well, why would you be?” He flashed Sasha a sweet, self-deprecating smile. “In your eyes I’m probably only a few years away from my pension.”
“That is absolutely not true!” Sasha touched his cheek, turning him to face her. The Petrus must have gone straight to her head or she would never have been so forward. But her inhibitions seemed to be deserting her. “I think you’re extremely attractive.Everybody does,” she added, immediately regretting blurting out the last part. She didn’t want to sound like some sort of groupie.
“I can’t help it, Sasha.” Tears welled up in Theo’s eyes. “When I’m with you, I feel like I can glimpse my future. And for the first time in years, I see happiness.”
“Oh, Theo.” Sasha leaned forward and kissed him. There was no hesitation this time. Slipping his hands under her shirt, cupping her magnificent teenage breasts, it was all Theo could do not to punch the air in triumph. Swiftly, joyously, his practiced hands unclasped her bra and helped her out of her jeans, stripping off layer after layer of clothing like he was opening a carefully wrapped present. Bending his head to kiss her belly, then tracing his tongue slowly down to her smooth, creamy thighs, Theo felt Sasha’s back arch and heard her gasp involuntarily, lost in pleasure and too inexperienced to hide it.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered. “Are you cold?”
“A little,” murmured Sasha.
Theo grinned. “Let’s warm you up then, shall we?”
Hastily throwing one of the blankets down on the table, he lifted her up as easily as he might a rag doll and laid her down on her back. Still dressed himself—there was no need for both of them to catch hypothermia—he unceremoniously unzipped his fly to release an erection that put poor Will’s in the shade. Grabbing Sasha’s hand, he curled her fingers around it.
“Good God.” Her eyes widened. “It’s huge!”
Could this
get
any better?
“It is all yours,” he whispered, thrusting himself inside her with so much force that she slid two feet up the table. Her body was exquisite, perfectly proportioned, slim yet succulent. He couldn’t keep his lips off those perfect breasts, and his hands groped greedily for her buttocks as he fucked her harder and faster, racing toward climax. But best of all were Sasha’s responses. So desirous, so uninhibited! She made him feel like Mick Jagger.
Theo had been bored of Clara for months now. The porno body that had once so excited him now seemed grotesque. It was like fucking a pregnant sow. When sex with your wife was more exciting than sex with your mistress, something was very wrong. But now dear, sweet little Sasha Miller was here. And everything was very, very right.
With one final jerk of the hips, Theo Dexter closed his eyes and came. He felt the glorious tightening of Sasha’s muscles around him, heard her moaning with her own orgasm as she bucked and writhed helplessly beneath him.
This was going to be a great year after all.
Back at home, Theresa was putting the finishing touches to her signature chocolate fudge cake. It was Theo’s favorite, and she’d spent the entire afternoon baking it, neglecting her book, in the hope of cheering him up. He’d disappeared after breakfast this morning in a foul mood, mumbling something about going into college, and hadn’t so much as texted her since.
Staring out the kitchen window at the snowy front garden, Theresa watched a little robin hop tentatively across the lawn, eyeing the bird feeder in her apple tree.
Poor thing. I forgot to fill it.
Theo was always getting cross with her for her forgetfulness. But how
Theo swirled the Petrus around in his glass, gazing into the deep-purple liquid as if the secret to his life’s problems might lie hidden in its depths. Then he took a slow sip and said quietly, “You’re not attracted to me. Well, why would you be?” He flashed Sasha a sweet, self-deprecating smile. “In your eyes I’m probably only a few years away from my pension.”
“That is absolutely not true!” Sasha touched his cheek, turning him to face her. The Petrus must have gone straight to her head or she would never have been so forward. But her inhibitions seemed to be deserting her. “I think you’re extremely attractive.Everybody does,” she added, immediately regretting blurting out the last part. She didn’t want to sound like some sort of groupie.
“I can’t help it, Sasha.” Tears welled up in Theo’s eyes. “When I’m with you, I feel like I can glimpse my future. And for the first time in years, I see happiness.”
“Oh, Theo.” Sasha leaned forward and kissed him. There was no hesitation this time. Slipping his hands under her shirt, cupping her magnificent teenage breasts, it was all Theo could do not to punch the air in triumph. Swiftly, joyously, his practiced hands unclasped her bra and helped her out of her jeans, stripping off layer after layer of clothing like he was opening a carefully wrapped present. Bending his head to kiss her belly, then tracing his tongue slowly down to her smooth, creamy thighs, Theo felt Sasha’s back arch and heard her gasp involuntarily, lost in pleasure and too inexperienced to hide it.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered. “Are you cold?”
“A little,” murmured Sasha.
Theo grinned. “Let’s warm you up then, shall we?”
Hastily throwing one of the blankets down on the table, he lifted her up as easily as he might a rag doll and laid her down on her back. Still dressed himself—there was no need for both of them to catch hypothermia—he unceremoniously unzipped his fly to release an erection that put poor Will’s in the shade. Grabbing Sasha’s hand, he curled her fingers around it.
“Good God.” Her eyes widened. “It’s huge!”
Could this
get
any better?
“It is all yours,” he whispered, thrusting himself inside her with so much force that she slid two feet up the table. Her body was exquisite, perfectly proportioned, slim yet succulent. He couldn’t keep his lips off those perfect breasts, and his hands groped greedily for her buttocks as he fucked her harder and faster, racing toward climax. But best of all were Sasha’s responses. So desirous, so uninhibited! She made him feel like Mick Jagger.
Theo had been bored of Clara for months now. The porno body that had once so excited him now seemed grotesque. It was like fucking a pregnant sow. When sex with your wife was more exciting than sex with your mistress, something was very wrong. But now dear, sweet little Sasha Miller was here. And everything was very, very right.
With one final jerk of the hips, Theo Dexter closed his eyes and came. He felt the glorious tightening of Sasha’s muscles around him, heard her moaning with her own orgasm as she bucked and writhed helplessly beneath him.
This was going to be a great year after all.
Back at home, Theresa was putting the finishing touches to her signature chocolate fudge cake. It was Theo’s favorite, and she’d spent the entire afternoon baking it, neglecting her book, in the hope of cheering him up. He’d disappeared after breakfast this morning in a foul mood, mumbling something about going into college, and hadn’t so much as texted her since.
Staring out the kitchen window at the snowy front garden, Theresa watched a little robin hop tentatively across the lawn, eyeing the bird feeder in her apple tree.
Poor thing. I forgot to fill it.
Theo was always getting cross with her for her forgetfulness. But how
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